Pre Canon prompt:
Mama Mario goes in for her ultrasound and finds out she's having twins.
But when she's shown the sonogram, she sees something that even baffles the technician: how the two fetuses seem to be hugging each other.
She takes the video and shows it to the family, with whatever reactions you want them to have.
And when she comes back for the other ultrasounds, it keeps happening. They may change positions or one may switch to hugging other, but there's always something like that going on.
And then, for the ending, when they're born, I'd LOVE for this to connect to Don’t Let Go, where you mentioned a memory of them seeing each other for the first time.
Request - Non Prompt
Whist I have mentioned I do not do requests, I did want to do this idea very badly, and only if someone sent it as a request. So here we are! Hope you like this @jellyfishinc!
Mentions of babies in the womb and various other pregancy related stuff.
Please note I am not an obstetrician, nor do I know that much about pregnancy or what is normally expected to be seen during an ultrasound, besides what I have read and been told.
Takes place pre-Mario Movie verse.
Mama Mario is called 'Mia' (as is headcanoned by the fandom)
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I've Never Left Your Side
It was quite a joyous occasion, to say the least!
The moment the now soon to be parents had announced that they were expecting, the whole house was filled with the cheers and cries of elation! Marie had hugged Mia, Arthur had burst into tears, while Tony had joked about "getting a hole in one", until his eldest brother had threatened to throw him out the door!
"We must get ready for the new bambino!", said the now soon to be Nonno, who had neither cheered nor cried, but had sat there grinning ear to ear at the news.
Everyone had of course wanted to pitch in. Marie even taking the soon to be parents (and Arthur much to his reluctance) out to the baby stores.
* * *
It wasn't until they had to go to their first scan, at 12 weeks, did things really take a surprise!
"Well", said the obstetrician. "It seems to me everything is looking healthy. And by such wonderful luck, you're having twins!"
He pointed out the two moving shapes on the screen to the still stunned parents. Mia was clutching her husband's hand, her smile instantly wide and tears wetting her cheeks. The man who sat beside her was dumbfounded.
Two babies. Two babies. Who were there as dark shapes on the monitor (later Papa would admit that they looked like jelly beans to him). It was so much to take in.
The obstetrician carefully moved the scanner around on the woman's bump, so the he could get a slightly better look at the twins.
And what he saw made the obstetrician raise an eyebrow. One of the foetuses seemed to be "reaching" for the other, an arm outstretched to the full. The other was also reaching out, but seemingly more timidly. It was as if they were both expecting to hold hands.
""Well, they seem to know the other is there", chuckled the obstetrician. Congratulations you two."
The parents were beaming.
The two hugged each other before they drove back home, and Mia clutched the print of the ultrasound close to her heart the whole way.
* * *
They knew they weren't going to hear the end of it when they told everyone. And as expected, when they made the announcement at dinner, the uproar was tremendous.
Arthur burst out laughing so loud that Marie had to hit him on the back so he wouldn't choke on his wine. Tony spluttered and nudged his older brother.
"Hey he got two holes in one!"
His brother turned very red, and after a quick glance at his wife's expression that told him 'no it wasn't a good idea to consider throwing Tony out onto incoming traffic', he settled down, and informed the family that they would need to get two of everything, and that they would find out the gender on the next scan.
* * *
The next weeks passed by in a blur. Everyone was busy chipping in to provide any necessary means for the babies. As for the expectant mother, she had been surprisingly taking it all in her stride. Despite the occasional nausea and uncomfortableness, she was still beaming through it all. And she would always be rubbing her stomach and talking to the babies quietly when she had down time.
He husband on the other hand, had proven to be quite the mother hen during all this! He would call from work every 2 hours, asking if she was alright, and would promise to bring her whatever she needed. Of course things went a bit too far when he stole the sheets from all of the family beds, and was not able to replace them on account of the fact he had stolen every other piece of bedding from the cupboard.
It also didn't help that his work colleagues had frightened him with tales of their own children's births, and stuff about blood, and other terrifying things that could happen. Naturally they were just playing around, but it had frightened the soon to be father so much, that it took a call to the obstetrician to debunk these ridiculous claims. He had calmed down after that. A little.
He came back from work one day to find his wife sitting on the couch, her hands pressed gently on her tummy, smiling fondly.
She smiled up at him as he came in.
"Come feel", she whispered.
He eagerly came over. Sitting beside her, he gently pressed his larger palm onto her stomach. Instantly, he felt the tiny patter of movement, and his eyes shone.
His wife took a look at the first ultrasound photo.
"Do you think they will get along?", she asked.
He hesitated, unsure how to reply. But before he could think of anything, she turned to him and grinned.
"I think they will", she said. "I think they love each other already.
He husband smiled back and took her in his arms.
* * *
The second, and last, scan was to be more nerve-racking.
"Looks like everything is going smoothly", said the obstetrician as he moved the scanner around.
"This is the baby that will be born first", he said, pointing to the screen. "A bit bigger than the other, but not too much difference."
Then he suddenly frowned.
"That's...a little unusual", he said.
The parents leaned forward. What they saw was an extraordinary sight. The two babies, now at 24 weeks and not yet fully developed, seemed to be pressed against each other. The larger twin, for as tight as the room in there was, had its head angled in a way that its forehead was very close to the other twin's. The smaller twin in turn, was snuggled close to their sibling.
As the three of them watched, the smaller twin began to squirm, almost like they were having a bad dream. But the larger twin (to their astonishment) raised a hand and moved it slowly and carefully against the space near its twin's head. And all at once, the smaller twin became still and calm.
The three adults in the room were silent. Then Mia turned to her husband, and he knew immediately what she was thinking.
"They won't be able to feel each other", explained the obstetrician. "I doubt they are even aware of each other's touch yet. It's more likely the shared space and weight of each other they are aware of."
"Please can we take a copy with us?", the woman pleaded.
"Of course, smiled the obstetrician.
"Would you be able to tell us the gender?", Papa blurted out, almost forgetting in the rush of excitement.
"Certainly!", replied the obstetrician.
He ran some more scans, took some readings, then he turned to the expectant parents.
"Well", he said, his smile gentle. "You two are having twin boys."
* * *
The lead up to the birth was yet another blur. As soon as the whole household was aware that twin boys were arriving, the excitement was even more abuzz.
Mia had taken to spending the last months of her pregnancy making matching hats for her sons. One red, one green. Both with initials for the chosen names the parents (and by extension the rest of the family) had agreed on.
Her husband had come back from work one evening to find her once again working on this project.
"You need to rest", he fretted. "The doctor said you need your strength when...", he trailed off.
"I'm fine", Mia laughed. "I am tired, but I will go to bed as soon as I finish this stitching."
Her husband sat across from her. He continued to watch as she sewed the initial (an M) on the red hat.
"I wonder what they will be like", he said. A smile crept under his moustache.
Mia stopped her work, and put her hand onto her stomach. She closed her eyes, then opened them again with a content sigh.
"I think...they'll have each other."
Her husband frowned. Then he spotted the printout of the last scan lying beside her.
He hesitated.
"The doctor did say that they can't really feel each other. I mean...it is unusual. But one of the guys at work...well he was saying that his friend had twins and...well they didn't get along. They still don't. I mean, they are siblings, they get along like that, but they were different...and..."
"Whatever they are like", said Mia, dragging her husband out of his thoughts, "Whatever they choose to be as people, we will love them. And I know they will love each other."
She held out her hand. She couldn't lean forward now due to her vast stomach, so her husband leaned forward instead, and gently clasped her hand in his own.
She rubbed her stomach again
"I just...have this feeling. I feel like...they know each other already..."
Her husband didn't have anything else to add, and just sat with her in content silence.
* * *
The new papa was crying.
His sons. Their sons, were perfect.
After many hours of labour and frantic panic, they were here. Lying side by side in their mother's arms, sleeping peacefully.
"They're beautiful", Mia cried, as her husband gently stroked his large finger down each of the twin's cheeks.
"And they have each other", her husband smiled.
Both the twins seemed to stir. Then very slowly, they opened their eyes for the first time, and peered at each other.
Neither parent could ever say what kind of exchange was happening between them, but as the babies smiled and took each other in, they seemed to say
"Hi. I know you."
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Starker Valentine's Gift: How to Train Your Rutting Alpha [3/9?]
The number of chapters is pretty much up in the air rn as is how long these chapters will be 😂 I'll update it when I have a better idea. A cold took me out for half the month but hopefully I'm back to writing. Have a 6.5k update?
Summary: Tony is the mentor here so of course he needs to take charge. Still sucks to be the responsible one though.
WC: 6505
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Notes: Fic notes: omegaverse, Uncle Tony, underaged (17 yo Peter), intersex omegas, dubcon, public sex, creampie, knotting, scent marking, cum marking, barebacking, condoms, future mpreg, mating, bottom Tony Stark, vaginal sex
New notes: cock cage, praise kink, nipple play, first kiss
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Typical alpha, Tony thought, amused, when Peter scrambled to make himself presentable.
All this was still new to him so as he was putting his clothes to rights, his cheeks were tomato red and he couldn't bear to make eye contact with anyone.
Kid, Tony wanted to say with fond exasperation, I'm the one that got tackled and fucked like a bitch in heat. How are you going to act so self-conscious now?
But he kept it to himself. Peter was, after all, still just a silly pup just growing into his own adulthood. Sex and all that, as liberal as alphas and omegas were, was still new to his poor nephew.
So Tony didn't tease, not even when Peter had to tuck his still half-hard cock into his pants with a wince. Then he fussed over his Uncle, helping him onto his feet and apologizing repeatedly.
"I'm so sorry, Uncle Tony. I didn't… It's never been that strong before and I just, I know it's no excuse but…" Peter ducked his head, gripping Tony's arm.
Once he was back on his feet, Tony took control as the experienced omega. He ignored the unpleasant way cum was starting to leak out of him and just patted Peter on the arm.
"Come along, puppy," Tony commanded and this time, he snagged the boy's wrist. Giving the boy a once over, he found that Peter was compliant and was easily tugged along.
Even then, he kept an eye on the boy. He had learned his mistake.
As they made their way to the elevators, he shot an apologetic look at the receptionist but nothing more than that. He wasn't going to test the poor pup's control though he did have to make sure they'd have to come back and address his actions.
Peter happily followed him to the elevators and while the boy fidgeted in place, Tony reassessed what he'd have to do to guide his boy.
"Alright. Well then," Tony said as the doors opened to the penthouse. "We're gonna have that talk and then we'll start on teaching you all about the birds and the bees, the alphas and the omegas. But first–"
He pushed Peter down onto the couch and reaching into a box he had on the coffee table, he tossed the retrieved item to the boy.
Peter caught it instinctively and then looked up in shock.
"Uncle Tony…?"
"Yep," Tony said cheerfully with a clap of his hands, "A cock cage. I was going to wait to use it but seeing as your instincts are a bit stronger than I anticipated and I need you to focus, I'm gonna need you to put that on for now."
Peter stared down at the cock cage but he was a smart boy and didn't protest. Tony could see, though, that the thought of putting it on was actually turning the pup on. That bulge in his pants hadn't been there before and although it wasn't meant as a form of punishment, Tony wasn't about to jerk him off either to get his dick soft enough to cage. The boy's brain would surely think it was a reward.
"Now, while you're doing that, I'm gonna go take a shower," Tony told him.
"But Uncle Tony!" It was that that made Peter protest, clutching the cock cage and looking up at his uncle with pleading eyes.
"Peter, you're sporting a chub just thinking about it," Tony pointed out, "And I don't blame you but if I get your pants off, that cock cage isn't getting put on. So I'm gonna take a shower and you can calm down or rub one out– pick your poison– and if you need any help, Friday can pull up some how-to's and guide you through it."
The young alpha pouted at that but only muttered something along the lines of I'm not asking Friday for help with this.
"She sees and knows all, kid. Might as well utilize her if you need," Tony called over his shoulder as he made his way to the bathroom. "I expect that cage to be on when I get back."
Once in the bathroom, he got the shower turned on and the temperature was just a little hotter than he liked.
"Friday, baby girl, pull up the cams from the living room?" Tony requested as he started stripping off his clothes. He made a face at the patch of wetness in his underwear, splotches of his nephew's drying cum and his own slick.
He forgot how messy dealing with rutting alphas could be.
A little hologram popped up from his watch and he got a clear view of what his nephew was up to.
Damn, the boy took orders well. He didn't waste a second once Tony had left.
Peter was curled up on Tony's couch cushions, his face pressed up against something black. The pup had grabbed the discarded hoodie that Tony had left on the armchair and was huffing into it, greedily inhaling his uncle's scent. Between his legs, Peter was hastily jerking off, one hand wrapped around his thick girthy cock and moving at a pace that looked like it could hurt.
Fortunately, the alpha pup was leaking so much already that he had plenty of lubrication from the pre-cum alone. The benefits of being an alpha in rut or close to one anyway, all that pre-cum just dripping out. It had certainly helped when Peter mounted him in the lobby, too impatient, too eager to get his cock inside him.
The sight of Peter, his sweet alpha nephew, jerking off to his scent did funny things to Tony. Once again, he dismissed it as his omega side being pleased to be so obviously desired.
"Cheeky pup," Tony murmured, partly amused but also feeling a lick of heat igniting somewhere below the belt. "Better not get any of your spunk on my hoodie, I swear that kid is too comfortable sometimes."
Peter's cock was truly impressive, Tony thought as he supervised a moment longer. No wonder it had stung when the kid had stuck it in him. He would have to caution Peter to prep with at least four fingers before shoving that monster in anyone's pussy, maybe even fisting for anal? Tony wanted to squirm just thinking about it.
"You can shut it off, thanks, Fri," Tony said, feeling all sorts of flustered. He licked his suddenly dry lips and felt the growing warmth in his belly.
"Focus, focus," Tony said, then ducked into the shower.
He took his time, conscious of Peter rubbing one out just a room away. The hot water helped with his aching knees and his aching body, but it didn't help extinguish the heat that was building low in his belly.
He ignored it and washed thoroughly. Under the spray of the water, Tony admitted to himself that while he had gone into this a bit skeptical, he was actually looking forward to it now.
He also admitted that he had been worried that becoming Peter's omega mentor in this way would ruin their uncle/nephew relationship. Their interactions after the lobby incident put that worry to rest. Once Peter's base instincts retreated, he didn't treat Tony differently, didn't revert to calling him omega in a derogatory way. Didn't think he owned Tony just because he had fucked him.
He was still Tony's sweet alpha nephew. He was just a horny mess of an alpha when his instincts ruled his mind.
Tony could handle that. In fact, that was the whole point of this. Train the pup so that he wouldn't be a menace and could actually control those instincts and be a contributing member of society.
Satisfied that he had given Peter enough time to jerk off and hopefully put the cage on, Tony left the bathroom in an oversized fluffy white bathrobe. What was the point of clothes if he was just going to take em off anyway?
Like a good puppy, Peter was waiting for him in the living room. Nothing gave away what he had done while Tony showered and Peter was even on his phone.
As soon as Tony came into view though, he scrambled to put it away and sat up, straight and proper, like an eager student awaiting instruction.
The cock cage was nowhere in sight.
Tony nodded in approval. "Did it give you any trouble?"
"Uhh, no, it was fine," Peter said, flustered.
Tony noticed his hoodie was nowhere in sight but decided not to comment on it. It wouldn't be the first time his nephew stole a shirt or hoodie of his.
Instead, he told the alpha, "Alright, let's see it."
It took two seconds for the words to register but when they did, Peter's mouth dropped open.
"Okay," the alpha complied, breathless.
Once on his feet, he hesitated, hands on his pants zipper. Tony gave him an encouraging nod and with a deep breath, Peter shoved his pants and underwear to his thighs.
Tony gave a low whistle when confronted with the sight of Peter's alpha cock caged.
"Uncle Tony," Peter whined, embarrassed, but he didn't make any move to hide himself nor did he step away when the omega stepped closer for inspection.
The cock cage was clear plastic, top of the line for alphas. Peter's soft cock filled it nicely, neither too snug or too loose. A small padlock at the top kept the cage locked.
It looked nice or maybe it was just the sight of Peter's cock in chastity that Tony found appealing. To test it, Tony got on one knee and got a lot closer. He placed a hand on Peter's stomach to steady himself and he felt the flex of muscle underneath his touch.
"Not uncomfortable?" Tony asked as he ran a finger down the clear plastic covering Peter's cock.
"Uh…" Peter's eyes were wide when Tony looked up at him. "No, just…"
He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, visibly trying to get himself under control. The cock cage did its job and the poor alpha was still soft though he was no doubt feeling turned on. This close to the boy and Tony can smell his arousal, thick and coying, trying so hard to entice and lure in an omega mate.
Tony patted the caged cock then got back to his feet. He didn't want to tease the boy too much but he couldn't help but exact a little payback for the lobby.
"You can pull your pants up," Tony told him then sat on the couch. He patted the space next to him. "Now, we have some things to discuss."
Gingerly and maybe with a bit of disappointment, the alpha covered up and sat down.
"I don't blame you for what happened in the lobby," Tony told him, "But it did give me a lot of things to think about. So here it is, kiddo, a performance review from yours truly."
He got the boy's complete attention and Peter straightened up, curious.
Tony started to tick off what he'd been thinking about in the shower.
"So let's see… These scores will be out of five," he explained. He held one finger up, "First up. One out of five for the alpha bullshit."
Peter flushed but didn't deny it. Tony had ranted enough times in the past about alpha bullshit– an alpha's uncontrollable jealousy and possessiveness. Their inability to reign in their instincts. At the very least, it was inconvenient and rude and at its worst, destructive and dangerous.
No one wanted an alpha that couldn't control themselves.
"Okay, I get that," Peter accepted easily.
"Your instincts are newly coming in," Tony did say, giving his nephew some slack. "So I don't expect you to be able to control yourself entirely yet. Hence the low score. Even in that state, you only got me away from another alpha instead of attacking. I think that's a pretty good base to start with."
The words comforted the alpha pup and the upset turn of his lips softened. He was still unhappy with his own behavior, which was fine, but he trusted his uncle's judgment.
"Okay, Uncle Tony," Peter acknowledged.
"Next, pleasuring your omega…" Tony was between giving him a two or a three but ultimately decided on the lower score. "Two out of five. You touched my cock at the beginning which was nice– very nice, actually. But I think that was more due to you being curious. In the end, I got a nice orgasm out of it but it was more to luck and the size of your dick than anything else."
"Oh!" Peter was pleased and mortified. Pleased Tony derived some pleasure from Peter's fumbling attempt but also mortified that he had been so caught up in fucking that he hadn't tried to get Tony off himself. "I'll work on it…"
Tony patted his hand, "I know, kid. That's what this is all about, after all. There's other stuff too, like how I enjoyed it but other omegas might not like the rough fucking as much as I do."
"You liked it?" Peter perked up like the cute puppy that he was.
"That's what you wanna take from that?" Tony gave him a look then rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I liked it but as your mentor, I have to remind you, or well, teach you, to be conscientious of your partner."
Clearly, Peter wanted to debate this more but Tony wasn't going to budge on this. Looking at Tony's face, the boy finally nodded in acceptance.
"Okay, Uncle Tony," Peter said then added, "I'll be more observant."
Satisfied, Tony then rattled off the next score, "Good. Alright, next one. One out of five for sex safety– You came inside without permission. No condom either."
And because Tony was guiding him, the omega conveniently left out that he happened to like creampies so this, in regards to him, was a non-issue. Tony had to think about Peter's possible future lovers or mate, after all.
The blushing alpha nodded once more, no objections, so Tony continued.
"Foreplay," Tony said, "also a one out of five, don't mind it too much since I'm sure you'll be better once we get some lessons in. Just something to have in mind."
With that comment, Peter's eyes took on a glazed look and Tony patted his hand to get his attention again.
He did, however, raise his brow at the alpha. "If you have any requests, I can, of course, put them into my lesson plans. You've always been a bright kid but I'm sure having a subject you're interested in wouldn't hurt."
"Yeah... I'll keep it in mind," Peter said, voice coming out faint. Tony can practically see the thoughts whirling around in his nephew's pretty little head and well, he was curious for sure.
What did horny little alpha pups fantasize about besides fucking a wet omega hole? Tony will surely find out since his nephew was definitely not one to hold back when it came to learning.
Tony barely stopped himself from squeezing his thighs together. They were talking about sex so wasn't it only natural for Tony to get turned on? He wasn't a young omega anymore but he wasn't dead either.
Clearing his throat, Tony finally came to the last point. Sadly, this was the big one that Tony felt was so so important to teach baby alphas coming into their own. There were too many knotheads out there and Tony refused to let his sweet nephew become one.
This matter was also one that disappointed Tony because Peter was such a sweet kid so he hadn't expected the younger alpha to do so poorly here. He thought that anyone lucky enough to be his nephew's partner would be showered with love and affection.
Finding out otherwise was… disappointing but it was okay because Peter was still learning after all.
"Affection… Gotta give you a zero, kiddo," Tony told him, obviously disappointed and letting it show.
"Affection…? Wait, what?" Peter was shocked at getting such a low score.
Tony patted Peter's hand and despite his own disappointment, he knew that Peter would strive to do so much better now that he was aware.
"Kid, you didn't even kiss me or anything," Tony explained to him. Even now, thinking about it… His nephew had lost his virginity without even having kissed him first.
Peter's face turned so red and for the first time since Tony started the scoring, he couldn't meet his uncle's eyes.
"Uncle Tony, that's not…" Peter fumbled over his words and then blurted out, "I didn't know I could kiss you!"
What?
Tony stared, incredulous. "You wouldn't kiss the omega you're mating?"
Peter's eyes jumped to him and with a shamed flush to his cheeks, he said, "I would but... You're Uncle Tony! I didn't think you'd want me to… How was I supposed to just kiss you like… on the lips?"
Ah… it suddenly made sense. In a proper setting, of course, Tony would instruct the boy on how to touch him. How to kiss him. But their lessons had not started in a proper manner due to Peter's overriding instincts going haywire.
And yet, Peter had managed to avoid kissing him because hadn't wanted to be rude, of all things.
It was… cute. That suddenly made everything much better and Tony's previous view of his nephew once again realigned.
Silly pup.
"So you fuck me but don't kiss me. That hurts, kid," Tony gently teased.
And because they were so in sync with one another, Peter groaned, knowing he was forgiven.
"Uncle Tony, I would've kissed you if I knew I could," he said with a whine, pressing closer against Tony's side and burying his face against the omega's shoulder.
Tony smiled, gotcha. He knew exactly how to proceed now and avoid all that… weird awkwardness in getting into the physical aspect of their lessons.
"Well, you can," Tony told him, matter of fact, "So. You should. Maybe I'll even revise my scoring since there was some misunderstanding…"
Peter looked up, eyes wide. "Right now? Like… right now?"
Tony smirked and caressed the boy's red cheek with gentle fingertips. "Unless you have some other excuse to give? You wanna keep the zero?"
Peter shivered under his touch, eyes still so wide. Tony could see the desire in them and it called up some of his own. This was good. Their compatibility was amazing, which was something Tony knew because they got along so well. Alpha and omega compatibility was different though so being compatible in this way… It was like the cherry on top of a sundae.
"I haven't gotten a zero on anything since like… ever…" Peter muttered, eyes dropping to Tony's lips and stayed there. "If it's okay then…"
Tony tilted the boy's face towards his in encouragement.
"I said it was okay, Pete, so go for it. I won't judge, promise," Tony told him. Peter gave him a look cause obviously he was judging if he was assigning points but still. "Okay, I won't judge harshly so go on already."
Peter stared at him a moment later and their faces were so close. He could count each of Peter's eyelashes if he wanted to. Then those eyelashes fluttered close and Peter leaned up, hands hesitatingly cradling Tony's face, and pressed his mouth chastely against Tony's.
It was over a second later and Peter pulled away.
"Was that okay, Uncle Tony?" Peter asked, eyes dipping to Tony's mouth eagerly before shooting up to Tony's eyes.
Tony felt a faint wiggle in the back of his mind, a suspicion…
"Was that your first kiss, sweetheart?" Tony asked.
Peter's expression shuttered but he gave a tight nod. "Yeah… Did I do okay…?"
Oh… oh… May was going to murder him if she found out the details of Peter's time with him. Losing his virginity before even having his first kiss…?
"It was perfect, Pete," Tony told him and it was for a first kiss. Peter had held him gently and had cautiously but eagerly kissed him. There hadn't been any tongue or anything remotely dirty about the kiss but it was Peter's first.
Tony hummed. "We can start the lessons now or… we can order food and watch a movie. Leave things for tomorrow so we can start fresh. What do you think? Had enough for today?"
Peter hesitated but didn't even have to think much before saying, "The sooner I learn, the better, right? I want to start… If you're okay with it, Uncle Tony."
"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't up to it," Tony told him honestly. "Alright, so kissing… we can practice a bit, just see how things go and what feels natural."
"Okay," Peter breathed out, "Can I kiss you again then?"
"Yeah, you can kiss me again," Tony told him with a grin.
His nephew didn't need any more encouragement.
Fortunately, he didn't launch himself at Tony. Getting tackled once a day was more than enough. Peter did eagerly press against him, hands kind of hovering in the air, unsure of where to put them before he settled them on Tony's shoulders.
Their lips met again and it was the same close-mouthed kiss, innocent and sweet. Peter repeated this a few more times, breathing getting shaky at each one. Tony allowed it, letting the young alpha get a feel for it. Each time, Peter's hands slipped further down from his shoulders until finally, Tony guided one to the back of his neck and the other around his waist.
Peter eagerly obeyed and pulled his uncle close until their chests pressed against one another's.
Tony felt the need to take the next step so instead of letting Peter continue his cute closed-mouthed kisses, he cupped the alpha's face. When he moved away, Peter tried to follow but he held him off just long enough to instruct him.
"Open your mouth a little, pup," Tony instructed him and he could see Peter's eyes dilate. "I'll show you another way to kiss, the next step, if you will."
The sweet boy obeyed beautifully so when their mouths met again, Tony made sure to tilt his face just so… and let their mouths slide together in a more intimate kiss.
The omega hummed in approval when Peter's breath hitched in his throat and he pressed even more into his uncle. Their slips slotted together perfectly and just as Peter was getting used to kissing in this fashion, Tony introduced his tongue.
"Mm…!" Peter groaned, eyes squeezed shut and arms winding around Tony's back and almost crushing him with his strength.
Tony quickly reprimanded him with a harsh nip to his lip, one that made the alpha gasp and loosen his hold. Tony pressed his advantage, wrapping his arms around Peter's neck and controlling the kiss with the angle he was coming in.
It got hot and heavy fast. Tony could feel his nephew trying to control himself, most likely being urged by his instincts to push Tony down and cover his body so that no one else could see him. It was those possessive alpha instincts again, rearing its ugly head even when they were alone.
Maybe when Peter had better control, he'd allow it but for now, he slid his fingers into Peter's curls and with a harsh tug, pulled the alpha back so his throat was bared.
"Uhh!" Peter groaned, dark eyes wide and so so hungry.
His lips were kiss swollen and wet with spit, pretty lips parted open as he softly panted.
"Instincts riding you hard, hmm?" Tony murmured and at the sound of his voice, the younger alpha shuddered, hands twitching against Tony's back.
And just because he can, he reached down between Peter's legs and passed a perfunctory pass over the alpha's caged cock. Still caged, still soft.
The action had Peter whining a soft, "Uncle Tony…"
Ugh, it was such a pity that Tony had to be the responsible one.
His hips twitched into Tony's touch as though doing so would give him some sort of friction and therefore some relief. It wouldn't and they both knew it.
"Uncle Tony… Please…" Peter muttered, going lax in a truly un-alpha way. It was trusting… Submissive in nature. It fed Tony's appetite to dominate the younger alpha.
"I know, baby, I know. You're doing so well," Tony cooed to him.
He released the boy's hair and without further ado, shoved him so his back met the plush arm of the couch. In another second, Tony was on top and straddling his nephew, ass settled over his lap.
"You can touch," Tony told him and immediately Peter's hands were back on his waist, fingers no doubt eager to touch but still maintaining some sort of decency by keeping them above his ass.
The kissing resumed but now it was more of Tony consuming the boy, rubbing against his body, his ass grinding against his caged cock. The omega's scent filled the room, overpowering and domineering.
His poor nephew wasn't prepared. With the full assault of an omega's scent, Peter got drunk off it in seconds. The soft groans and pitiful moans his sweet boy made as he clutched Tony's waist with greedy hands were so delicious. It was just as addictive as his mouth, Tony decided.
He had no choice but to let Tony take control but he replicated everything his uncle did to him. Slow strokes of tongue against tongue, gentle and harsh nibbles to a plush nip.
Peter proved himself to be the quick learner that Tony always knew him to be. It became less of a lesson and more of an actual make-out. It was perfect, exactly how a young pup like Peter should learn. Tony hadn't even needed to nudge the boy into being aware of subtle cues, Peter seemed to pick it up naturally.
There were still moments when they didn't meet perfectly. Tony pulled back once and their noses bumped on the next kiss. It was a quick fix, Tony gently correcting their positions until their mouths slid wetly together, soft and perfect.
Once Tony was certain Peter got the hang of it, the omega gave one last tease of his tongue. He was delighted when Peter took initiative and swiped his tongue over Tony's, following the omega's invitation until they were once more kissing.
By the time Tony urged him back, they were both panting. Tony knew he was slicking up already and his cocklet was half hard. The boy was still caged though, he could feel the hard plastic of the cage against his ass and it gave him something nice and hard to rub against if he allowed it.
He wanted to but this wasn't about his pleasure so he refrained.
"Better," Tony praised him with a lick of his lips. "Much much better. I'd give that a three."
"Three…" Peter breathed. "If we keep going, can I get a four?"
The eagerness with which Peter asked made Tony chuckle.
"We can keep going, but we can change it up a bit."
He leaned back and Peter instantly followed, sitting up with the omega in his lap. He easily supported Tony's shifting weight and the omega leaned more into it, trusting his nephew to hold him.
"Here," Tony tilted his head to the side, fingertips tracing the delicate column of his neck. "Kiss here. No biting. Yet."
"Oh…" Peter breathed, more than excited.
"Kissing is more than lips and tongue, kid," Tony told him, trying to hide his own eagerness.
"Got it, Uncle Tony," Peter murmured before ducking his head and pressing his lips against Tony's neck.
At the first touch, Tony didn't hold back his reactions. Peter needed to learn not just what Tony was teaching him through words. He needed to learn how to read his partner's body, the subtle hints that would tell him to stop or continue.
"Ah… That's nice…" Tony breathed as Peter's warm breath caused his body to shiver in excitement.
The pup breathed heavily against the sensitive skin of his neck and Tony realized Peter was savoring the scent of him.
"You smell so good here, Uncle Tony," Peter told him, breathing deeply, lips pressed to skin.
"Hmm��" Tony hummed in acknowledgment, eyes closed and just enjoying the way Peter carried out his instructions.
The young alpha's affections were obvious as he pressed kiss after kiss onto his uncle's skin. He continued to obey Tony's rule of no biting, but Tony did feel the hint of teeth once or twice but it was never hard enough to actually count as a bite.
He allowed it, running his fingers through Peter's curls and urging him higher and higher until he was close enough to kiss again.
Bodies once more rubbed against each other, mouths and lips pressing together.
Peter groaned with his uncle on top of him, his hands finally slipping further down to cup Tony's ass.
"Uncle Tony…" Peter whined.
"No fucking tonight," Tony told him and still he pushed back against Peter's touch, sighing in pleasure when the alpha squeezed and groped his ass.
The young alpha whined at the statement but didn't try for anything. Good.
Hmm…
"How's the cage holding up?" Tony asked him.
It took a second for Peter to realize he was being asked a question but once he got it, he murmured the answer against Tony's collarbone.
"I'm not… hard… It kinda feels weird, like I know I should be but…" a harsh breath is exhaled against Tony's skin. "God, Uncle Tony… You smell so good… Taste good too, I just wanna put my mouth all over you… Taste you everywhere…"
Now, that sent a searing heat right through Tony's body and it was obvious in the way his scent spiked.
"Ah… If I had a category for dirty talk…" Tony sighed, leaning into Peter's hands and guiding the boy down to where his bathrobe was gaping open. "Would've given you a four off the bat."
"Uncle Tony…" Peter murmured, voice going soft and pleading. "Do you think I can kiss you… down here?"
He squeezed Tony's ass, a clear indication of just where he wanted to put his mouth next. The thought was tempting, very tempting. Tony hadn't had his pussy or ass eaten out in ages and looking into Peter's eager face, he was so so tempted to continue in this guise.
Reluctantly, Tony reigned himself in. He had plenty of time to teach the boy, he didn't need to rush. But God, this entire thing was turning out to be more of a lesson in patience for Tony.
"We'll add it to the list," Tony said, voice certain but mind screaming at the denial. The alpha pup was good with his tongue, Tony had learned, and he could only imagine how it'd feel against his holes. "For now, this is a lesson in affection and kissing, pup, so get back to it…"
And yet, Tony didn't lead Peter's mouth back to his. He guided the boy to his chest and Peter eagerly took the hint, running his tongue around a puffy areola before taking on the peaked nipples. The cheeky boy did slip one side of Tony's bathrobe down his arm in order to get better access.
The omega just shrugged the entire thing off, allowing it to pool around his waist.
The room was set at a nice warm temperature of 75° F so the full body shivers Tony experienced was all from Peter's hungry mouth suckling on him.
"Oh…" Tony groaned, head tilting back and back arching as Peter gently lapped at his nipple.
The empty feeling in between his legs ached and the more Peter played with his chest– one hand coming up to tweak the neglected one not in his mouth– the more Tony wanted to just hump against the hard ridge of the cock cage. His mind was becoming hazy in the growing pleasure and Peter wasn't faring any better.
Even when the alpha couldn't get hard, he was still a horny mess and following some of those instincts that wouldn't relent because he had an aroused omega in his grasp.
Peter's hips pushed against Tony's ass, the hard cage giving Tony such sweet friction where he wanted it. It had the omega clutching the pup's back, eyes squeezed shut and fighting against the rising force of his orgasm.
All the while, Peter's warm wet mouth made soft wet sucking sounds against his puffy nipple.
"Teeth–" Tony ended up gasping, "Just a little."
Tony groaned at the hint of teeth on his sensitive nipple. It was perfect.
Their hips were moving in rhythm now, even with Peter still caged. Thrust for thrust, both omega and alpha panting and spiraling from the scent of pheromones thickening in the air.
"Mm–" Tony sighed when Peter switched to the other nipple, leaving the one he abused peaked and shiny wet with his spit.
"Doing good, Pete… Such a good alpha," Tony praised him, fingertips massaging over his scalp. His back arched once more when Peter gave a particularly hard thrust, his arms keeping Tony in place so he felt the cage rub against him.
Fuck… Tony thought faintly. He just… really wanted to come. And considering how selfishly Peter had fucked him in the lobby, he was owed an orgasm or two.
But Tony was a generous lover and even if Peter had fucked him without reserve or thought for his own orgasm, he wasn't going to do the same. He wanted his partners to be satisfied, to be so out of their mind in pleasure that they were a boneless mess at the end.
So even though Tony had declared they'd only be kissing tonight… He reached into the pocket of his bathrobe and without Peter realizing, unbuckled his pants and slipped his hands in.
"Ah!" Peter's surprised moan meant he finally realized what was going on. "Uncle Tony, y-you're…! Oh, yes– yes, yes, yes! Thank you, Uncle Tony, thank you…!"
The cage came off and Tony was quick to wrap his hand around Peter's soft cock which didn't stay soft for long. With a lapful of omega and his uncle jerking him off, Peter's alpha cock grew rapidly, becoming hot and flushed with blood in seconds.
"Oh… oh… Uncle Tony… Uncle Tony…" Peter whined, hips bucking needily and completely out of control.
Like before, once his cock got some stimulation, he lost focus of what he was doing so sadly, Tony's stiff little nipples became neglected.
Tony led the boy's mouth back to his own and at least this time, compared to the first, Peter eagerly seized his mouth in a kiss.
"Just this once, kid," Tony panted against his mouth. His hand was already dripping wet with pre-cum, the alpha too excited and leaking furiously with every stroke. "Tomorrow– Tomorrow, we're getting down to business. But for tonight, gonna make you come, pup. Think we both deserve a little reward for the successful kissing lesson…"
"Oh… Mm… Love kissing you, Uncle Tony…" Peter moaned, staring at his uncle with dark eyes.
"Mhmm…" Tony agreed, "My boy's a good kisser… Only had his first kiss today and already so good at it…"
Peter whined, the pleasure pushing him beyond words. His hips jerked, sloppy and hard, with every stroke of Tony's hand. And just like before, the poor pup didn't last long.
He barely had any warning before he was shooting off, but he did give something like a warning, an urgent "Uncle Tony–!"
It was an improvement.
One hand flew to his knot but was pushed away for Tony to take care of it.
The boy fell apart in his hands, his eager cock shooting off with a thick load despite having already come earlier. It made such a mess as he spilled in stripes and covered Tony's hand in a cloudy glaze and some spurts shot high enough that it splattered over the omega's exposed chest.
"God, kid, it's like you're so pent up even though I know that's not true…" Tony panted even as he eked out the last few drops from Peter's cock.
He eyed the thick cloudy drops of semen on his fingers and fuck it– he'd already gone back on what he was going to do, he might as well do what he wanted.
Tony popped his cum covered fingers in his mouth, licking off the taste of his nephew with a few swipes of his tongue.
"God, that's so hot, Uncle Tony…" Peter murmured, slumped against the couch but staring fascinated at the pink of Tony's tongue swiping over his fingers. Then he groaned miserably, "You didn't come."
"Hmm…" That was true and Tony was feeling a bit frustrated over it, but it wasn't something that couldn't be fixed.
"Let me eat you out, Uncle Tony…" Peter all but pleaded, but Tony shook his head. He was too… needy… to allow the kid time to explore and learn how to do it properly.
If he didn't take care of himself now, they were going to end up going at it, he just knew it. The pup's cock was already trying to perk up and Tony wanted to set some sort of boundary, okay.
"Just sit there and look pretty, alright?" Tony instructed as he took his own cock in hand and started to jerk off. He lifted himself from his nephew's lap, his other hand going between toned thighs and sinking two fingers where he was dripping wet.
"Watch," Tony breathed out, eyes drifting closed as he focused on his own pleasure.
Watch and learn. A flimsy instruction but Tony just wanted to get off so he pushed his body quickly to the edge.
With his fingers soothing some of the ache and his cocklet getting some attention, it was easy for Tony to get there.
Surprisingly, the thing that pushed him over the edge was a soft wet mouth closing over his nipple. His eyes flew open at a harsh suck, a strangled "Pete–" as he wobbled on his knees.
The alpha's arms stabilized him, Peter's hooded eyes looking at him hungrily.
"Ugh…!" Tony came with his nephew's mouth on his nipple and one hand jerking his cocklet while the other stuffed his pussy.
The orgasm swept all reason away, and when he collapsed against the pup, Peter nuzzled against his sweat damp neck.
"Fuck, kid…" Tony said once he regained his breath. "You're such a Stark… Only wanna listen when it works for you, huh?"
Peter kissed his neck and gently eased Tony's fingers from between his legs. Then he was licking the slick from Tony's fingers and that was answer enough.
"Brat…" Tony said fondly even as Peter gave him a cheeky smile and licked his lips.
They kissed again, leisurely this time, and the taste shared between them– Peter's cum and Tony's slick… Delicious.
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